December 4, 2010

  • bookish

    I spent today lounging around, napping, eating, reading, napping, and reading some more. 

    I had two dreams. You know how they say that if you study a language for long enough, you start dreaming in that language? Something like that happened to me, but it wasn't about language, it was about format. I've been reading even more than usual this year, and I think it influenced my dreams today.

    In the first dream, the entire dream unfolded to an audio narration, as if someone were reading a book out loud, and I was in some kind of live adaptation of the book. It was quite a vivid narration, which was somewhat disturbing, because it was a rather twisted thriller of a book that ended up with an "Oh my God, they're cannibals, but that was actually pretty delicious" moment.

    In the second dream, the first two-thirds or so of the dream were actually in a book. I dreamed that I was sitting and reading a book; I could see the words on the page. In real life, when you read a good book, you get sucked in and get that "you are there" feeling. In a dream, when you read a good book, you get sucked in and you are actually there, in the book. It was interesting to see the transition from words on a page to live action happen in a literal way, even if it was only a dream.